Deer Parts

Well folks, it takes winning the genetic lottery to pull off what your truly humble mutt, Otis, was able to do. Throughout a week of brrr-cold negative degrees, I pulled off a feat few dogs can brag about. I showed Mom my hunting prowess and mighty strength by digging through feet-deep snow to uncover deer

Vodka is Not Fun

I’m a happy dog cuz I was included in the gift-giving. A friend gave a Tito’s handmade vodka sweatshirt to Mom and a Tito’s dog sweater to me. My ‘happy’ got shade dumped all over it when I heard Mom exuberantly say, “Let’s take pictures.”  Mom thought the best way to show appreciation for the

Snow, Snow and More Snow

For a variety of reasons, me and Mom are staying in Minnesota during the month of January. I overheard Mom say that the Farmer’s Almanac predicted lots of snow and below-average cold this winter. It appears they weren’t wrong! Fortunately, My Mama has found a few warm places for us to tuck in. Thus far,

Hunting

Mom does not want me to hunt anything! I can chase, play with or bark at any animal or inanimate object that catches my eye. Chasing and playing with (in Mom’s mind) does not equal blood, death, or a veterinary bill. Hunting, on the other hand, means blood, guts, and death. My Mom has put

FREEDOM

My goal in life is always to be free. I want to come and go as I please, which is why I love spending my summers on the farm. Day or night, I can sleep on my comfy dog bed in the screen tent or find some soft grass bathed in the moonlight to rest

I didn’t do it!

For the last year or so, Mom has had a peculiar hitch in her get-along. The torture people (aka Physical therapy) suggested Mom strengthen her get-along muscles. I love this cuz I have way more bike rides and walking adventures. I mean, like every day! My Mama loves to dance. I mean, it’s her passion;

A Near Miss

If you keep up with the blog, you know about my girlfriend troubles. Because of my sweet, caring personality, I tried to cut Bea loose as gently as possible. She is one determined Shepherd who feels like she can win me by constantly coming over, jumping all over me, and never ever leaving. Mom and

Bear is my Fun Buddy

Another story about my fun, adventure-filled summer camping trip in northern Minnesota. Bear and I had an up close and personal meet and greet. My Mama’s cousin Zack wanted to interject some fun into his long workdays, so he got a white Lab pup named Bear. Zack is a landscaper and includes Bear as part

Jerry

I have a new buddy in my life. Jerry is a 12-pound Shih Tzu Bichon! His breed originates from Tibet and means “Little Lion.” Jerry does have a cute accent. I hate to say it, but I could squish him like a bug … lion, or no lion. It seems like all pooches Jerry’s stature

Digging

I’m a digging dog. I love to dig. Getting my paws revved up to pull, pull, pull dark, crumbling dirt from the bowels of the earth causes me to quiver with excitement. It starts with a smell or vibration I sense close to the skin of the land. Initially, I scratch the area a few